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[blindinghunt]

BREAKING NEWS: i wrote a fic that WASNT skk! WILD!

anyway:

Suegiku!

After the chaos of the Decay of Angels incident, Jouno and Tecchou end up as the last two Hunting Dogs. When the world is no longer in immediate danger, the two are given the opportunity to relax at a vacation house. Or, at least, try to relax. Jouno is kept up late by wondering what the future will hold now. He's not the only one having troubles with sleep, it seems. (OR: Jouno having trouble falling asleep, and Tecchou is panicked by his own thoughts. Cuddling ensues.)

1.9k words, mild hurt/comfort

[maya-caffrey]

Batman, Jerusha, and Eduardo

summary: a Deadpool, tasm!Peter, and Loki crossover crack fic. Wade, Peter 3, and Reader end up at the TVA in the aftermath of the events of Spiderman: No Way Home. Now what?

words: 5.1k

pairing: tasm!peter x reader

warnings: language, desecration of canon, this is a crack fic; there is not an ounce of seriousness.

a/n: Y'all, I wrote this in 2022, sometime after No Way Home had been released. this is a repost as I deleted my writing blog that had the original. hope you like it!

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“Y/n, are you sure about this?”

“As sure as I am that a talking raccoon sent me a message on Snapchat about a couple of days ago from space, Peter.”

“Ok, am I supposed to know what any of that means because you look like you said something that makes absolute sense and-”

“Yes, I’m sure. I’m sure. On 3. 1, 2- I SAID ON 3” 

“I PANICKED, WHAT DO WE DO NOW”

“LOOK FOR A DOOR” 

“WHY ARE WE STILL SCREAMING”

“I DON’T KNOW”

“GUYS, SHUT UP, WE’RE GOING TO DIE” 

An undetermined period of time earlier

After Strange reversed the spell, Y/n figured she’d be forgetting the entire thing. After all, that’s how these things work. Once Peter’s identity was revealed, y/n did everything in her power to make sure he didn't get in trouble. It’s the least she could do for her fellow avenger. The last week was exhausting, to say the least. She got home and settled on her couch and just when she thought she could have some peace and quiet, a huge translucent block appeared in the middle of her living room. And people walked out of it. People. In some weird armored uniform with huge holiday sparkler thingies. Instinctively, y/n took her emergency gun from under the couch and began to aim. 

“What the f-”

“It’s a standard sequence violation. Branch is growing at a slow and stable slope. Variant Identified.” 

“Dude, who are you? And what are you doing in my living room?” her grip on the gun began to become tighter. 

“On behalf of the Time Variance Authority, I hereby arrest you for your crimes against the Sacred Timeline.”

“The sacred what now?”

“Hands up. You’re coming with us.”

“You wish.” Y/n began to fire at the intruders, but somehow, everything slowed down. The bullet was traveling much slower than it should, and y/n was still just as she was when she fired the gun and was moving very, very slow. Y/n wasn’t very certain if she was dreaming or not at this point. 

“You’re traveling at 1/16th the normal speed.” One of the intruders began to explain what was going on while tying some sort of strap around her neck. Y/n was in no state to pay attention to what he was saying. She was dragged through the same translucent cinderblock in her living room and found herself in a place that definitely was not her house. 

It took a couple of minutes for her to regain composure. A man was sitting at what seemed to be the reception of the place. He wore a name tag that said, Casey. On the other side of the reception, y/n saw a familiar face in a state similar to hers. Handcuffed, weird strap thingy around the neck, extremely agitated. 

“Oh, thank god, PETER 3! PETER 3 OVER HERE” 

“OH MY GOD Y/N IS THAT YOU?” They both attempted to run towards each other but ended up exactly where they started. Weird.

“With all due respect, what the fuck was that?”  Y/n asked her captor, trying her best not to add to her apparent list of crimes. 

“Sorry, company rules.”

“What is this place?” 

“You’ll see.” 

Y/n was sent inside an elevator that managed to shred every last bit of dignity she had brought with her. 

“Good lord, take me to dinner fir-SON OF A B-” y/n landed on the ground of the level below the one she was in a moment ago, now fully clothed in what seemed to be some uniform made for the supposed “criminals” these people bring in. 

A woman was sitting behind a desk with a huge stack of papers. 

“Please sign here to verify this is everything you’ve ever said.”

“Say what now?” A new sheet of paper was added to the already huge pile and y/n begrudgingly signed it. 

She was now led to a bigger room, some sort of a ticket counter place (a/n: I forgot what it’s called please bear with me) and there was a TV there with some sort of orientation video going on. Y/n took a minute to absorb her surroundings and joined the person in front of her after taking a ticket. She was the only other variant there, except for this other guy. He was wearing a red mask, black around the eyes, and a uniform similar to hers, complete with handcuffs and whatnot. Y/n wondered how they let him keep the mask. He decided to break the silence since might as well do it, seeing as they were not getting to the end of the line any soon. 

“So, you come here often?”

“Not on Sundays. Sundays are for the lord.” 

“Makes sense. I’m Batman. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance. I’d shake your hand but they’re busy being handcuffed.” 

“Hey, Batman. I’m Jerusha.”

“Your name is not Jerusha, is it?”

“You’re one to talk, Batman.”

“Your ticket, sir.” asked one of the guards to Batman. He handed over the ticket and was told to wait. Y/n soon joined him. A couple of minutes later, A man with a file in his hand called out “Wilson, Variant D0123 aka Wade Wilson.” 

“Well, this is my stop, try not to get pruned, Jerusha. Or you know, go ahead, I met you five minutes ago I don’t really care and-”

“Try not to get what now?” he was gone long before he could answer her. 

“Y/L/N, Variant V1016 aka Y/N Y/L/N.” A man in a brown suit showed up, holding a file with her name on it. 

“Are you going to tell me what’s going on or do I have to break your nose or something?”

“I admire your, let’s say confidence. It’s great, really. You’re in handcuffs, in a place you have no clue about, and you’re still just as you were a few hours ago. It’s brilliant. You know most people get pruned before they even get here, It’s all the adrenaline and whatnot, I-” The man started walking as he spoke and y/n figured she’ll follow. 

“Okay, hold your horses, Who are you?”

“Oh, right, sorry. I’m Mobius. I work for the TVA, I’ve been assigned your case. The TVA is-”

“Yeah I got that from Walmart Tara Strong.” y/n said, pointing to miss minutes. 

“Room 46, we’re here. So, shall we?”

“Shall we what? Ever since I got here I’ve got no clear explanation of what is going on. Can someone at this place stop assuming that I know what this is for one goddamn minute?”

“You may need to sit down for this.”

Sometime, but not too long later 

“So you’re telling me, I was supposed to get infected by some virus-”

“Symbi-”

“Symbiote about a couple days ago, but I didn’t, so I’m here?”

“Pretty much.”

“HOW IS THAT A CRIME? I BASICALLY SURVIVED, I’M SUPPOSED TO BE CELEBR-”

“Gee, calm down, calm down. It’s more than that. You getting infected and becoming Venom is a very important part of your universe. Venom basically paves the way for the next generation of your Avengers.”

“But, How? How does one person, that too me of all people, change the narrative? Because that is abs-”

“You die.”

“W-What?” 

“Venom is sort of like a parasite. It takes over you, there’s almost no getting rid of it. In most cases, it tends to bring out the best in you. The downside is, What’s best for one is not the best for everyone.” 

“I don’t understand, I wouldn’t do Anythi-”

“When you became Venom, you became basically invincible. You became so powerful even Banner wouldn’t have stood a chance. Unfortunately, Venom brought out your darkest side. It completely took over your body and mind and at one point everybody became fully aware of the fact that you’re a threat. A dangerous one at that.  Many people tried to stop you, and at one point, people stopped trying. Out of fear. The wizards had a mess of their own to deal with so even they couldn’t interfere. Finally, when worse became worst, a task force was formed to take you down. Earth’s mightiest heroes, Volume 2. You brought them together.” 

Y/n was speechless. I mean, who wouldn’t be if they realized they were just pawns in some sick space lizards’ twisted games? All her life, she only ever helped people. Or tried to. All because she thought she had to. If this “sacred timeline” is so important to the Time Keepers, then all y/n wanted to do now was to absolutely destroy it. 

There has always been a discourse of the illusion of free will. Some deny there is an illusion, some deny there is free will. Ultimately, at the end of the day, everyone moves on. But when you find out one day that you were born to do what someone wanted you to, and you only thought they were your choices, you would most definitely want to burn down everything they created. 

“Mobius, why did you tell me this?” 

“Well, you’re gonna forget most of it. And I need your help on something.”

“And what’s in it for me?”

“Not getting pruned, getting reset and back to your timeline, just how things were supposed to be.”

“So I’ll help you and you’ll send me back to die.” 

“If you put it that way, then yes, pretty much. Look, it’s the best I can do. You’ll get your life back, you won’t remember any of this.”

“I have a better idea. How about I help you, and send me back without erasing my memories?”

“It doesn’t really work that way.”

“It does now. If I go back remembering everything, I’ll create the next Avengers thing, just like I was supposed to.”

“That changes the entire timeline, it doesn’t add up.”

“And what if I don’t take the deal?”

“You get reset and sent back.”

“So it changes nothing?” 

Mobius was silent. He felt bad for her. There was no way in which he or anyone, for that matter could help her. 

“If you help me with this, we could delay your resetting. We’ll figure out a way in the meantime. Trust me. I need you for this.” 

Y/n considered his offer. It did make sense, The longer they delay it, the longer they have to think. Or at least, for her to enjoy what’s left of the rest of her days. 

“All right, I’m in. Under one condition.”

“And what is that?”

“I’m gonna need some backup.” 

Meanwhile in another room

“I swear I don’t know any Eddie Brock. Can I go now?”  They’d been at it for a while now and no matter what Peter said, the officer didn’t seem to believe him. 

“Not so fast, Peter. You were supposed to have an encounter with an Eddie Brock hours earlier. This was supposed to pave the way for the future of this universe.”

“But it’s not my universe, I have no idea what I should have done. Or did.” 

“Eddie Brock plays a very important role in this universe, but that doesn’t concern you. You were supposed to...” he trailed off like he was going to say something he was not allowed to. 

“Supposed to what? Who is this guy?”

“It’s really not that complicated. We’ll just reset you and everything will go back to normal.”

“You’re not resetting anything. None of this makes any sense.” Peter was getting more and more irritated as time went on. On top of the fact that free will is a complete lie, his spider-sense was going crazy every second. The entire place was making him feel unsafe and gave him a weird sense of nostalgia that nauseated him. The room was very silent except for their talking so he could clearly hear the person outside making their way towards the room.

“Mr. Parker, listen to me, this is different from last ti-” The door opened to reveal a couple of Hunters he had seen in the lobby earlier. 

“We have orders to escort variant P1989 to room 46. The file is being transferred to Mobius.”

The officer sighed like this was a regular activity he was growing increasingly tired of. 

“Take him away,” he said, in a tired, dull voice. 

Meanwhile in another room, because I said so 

“When do you get off from work? I know this really shitty burger place in Queens. It’s the only place I can afford. You only get paid so much for being a professional assassin. I’m kidding, it actually pays a crap ton, but nowhere near what that guy Ryan Reynolds makes. I’ve been told I look like him, but I don’t see it. Do you? Cause he is kinda hot I guess but I just don’t really get him, you know? I feel I’m more like Hugh Jackman. Hugh Jackman? Wolverine? Greatest Showman? No? What are you doing with your life, Debra?” 

“My name is Fergus. And I asked you to shut up 10 minutes ago, Wilson.” 

Fergus heard the door open and was immediately filled with relief.

“Are you here to take him? Please take him.” 

“Call me,” Wade mouthed and made a phone sign with his hands while being dragged away.  

Room 46

“Good, You’re all here. I’m Mo-”

“Has anyone ever told you you sound like Lightning McQueen?” 

“Who?” Y/N asked 

“You know, the car?”

“It’s a talking car?”

“Good lord, Eduardo, it’s a cartoon.”

“Um, my name is Peter.”

“You feel like an Eduardo. Tell him, Jerusha” 

“Now that I think about it, you do feel like an Eduardo.” 

“Come on, Eduardo? Really? I mean, Edward I can live with. Eduardo?” 

“I don’t make the rules, Ed.”

“You literally came up with my name.” 

“Did I? Really? Are we sure it’s not the Time Keepers manifesting?” 

Everyone went silent for a moment as if to reflect on what Wade said. It did make some sense. 

“Guys, focus, we don’t have time.”

“Right, sorry, Mobius, go on.” 

Mobius explained the problem and how he needed their help. 

“Ok, so, let me get this straight. You need to find this, Sylvie person, and you want us to help you?”

“Pretty much, Peter.” 

“It’s better than getting pruned or reset, I’m in.”

“Great! What about you, Batman?” 

“Well, Jerusha, I’m in, but under one condition. Eduardo has to tell me what Shampoo he’s using.” 

“It’s just uh, Head and shoulders’ men,” Peter said, with a severe expression, while rubbing his neck. 

“It’s Johnson’s baby no tears isn’t it.” Wade countered. 

“I have sensitive eyes, Wade.” Peter tried to defend himself but his now unusually high voice wasn’t helping. 

“I KNEW IT.” 

Timeskip brought to you by Harry Styles 

“Mobius, are you sure we’re in the right place?” 

“Yes, for the millionth time, I am sure it said Lamentis.” 

Y/n, Peter, Wade, and Mobius, along with a few hunters had been looking for hours, and there was no sign of Sylvie anywhere. The people there seemed to be evacuating quickly (or trying to)  due to a potential meteor that could destroy the planet. Usually, when a nexus event occurs before an apocalypse, it doesn’t count as a nexus event, but this time, it showed up on Mobius’ radar, almost like someone intentionally tipped him off. 

One thing that’s been bugging Peter, was that the TVA felt familiar. Like he had been there before. He knew that was not possible, because he would definitely remember if someone had told him choices are a lie. He could’ve sworn that the officer handling his case was about to mention that he had been there earlier before they got interrupted. There’s no way he’d forget this place. 

“I’ve learned better than to split up at sketchy places but it looks like we don’t have many options. We’ve got a lot of ground to cover.”

“Peter’s right, we’ve been at this all day, and the sooner we find her, the sooner we can get this over with. The lesser paperwork, the better.” 

Peter, Y/n, Wade, and a few hunters went in one direction, while the other hunters and Mobius went in the other. 

Peter could see that Y/n wasn’t too happy with the idea. He assumed she had second thoughts about splitting up. He made his way near to where she was. 

“Hey, Y/n, you’re gonna be okay. I’m coming with you. You’ll be fine. Trust me.” Whether he meant it or not was another thing considering they didn’t meet very long ago, but somehow he made it sound reassuring. 

Y/n smiled sympathetically. There she was, waiting for her life to unravel further, knowing that every step towards making this plan work is suicide and not having an option but to comply, and this man, a friend, with no slightest clue of what was going on with her is trying his best to give her hope, to make sure she realizes that things will work out, even when she knows the exact opposite. This small gesture made her look forward to something. What? She didn’t know either. 

“Thank you, Peter 3. It means a lot”

“You know you could call me Peter, right? I mean, I’m the only one here, so”

“Sorry, force of habit, Peter” They both smiled like they were 6-year-olds who had been offered candies. They lingered for a few seconds in each other’s gaze to let the feeling sink in, whatever it was. This was the only ray of positivity they could both find. There was something about each other that they found comforting. Was it that they were both only pieces of something they used to be a part of? Was it that they were both just as broken? 

“Now kiss.”

“Wade-What-Were you here the whole time?” 

“Way to ruin the moment, Eduardo, and yes, I was here the whole time.”

“Why were you-”

“I came to tell you lovebirds that I stole a temp pad from the TVA earlier so that we can escape this shithole that’s about to explode, but this is more interesting.” 

“And it didn’t occur to you that you should have mentioned that earlier?” 

“Well, Jerusha, I was going to escape alone, because I met you guys literally 12 hours ago, but there’s this really annoying voice inside my head and well, here I am.” 

“Teamwork at its finest.” 

“Now, do we have a plan? If we are going to ditch this place, that is. I’d really rather live with the possibility of getting pruned completely off the table.” 

“Well, we could just pull a Sylvie. We keep planet-hopping hoping no one finds us. Or we could just have our memories erased and go home,”  Wade suggested. Y/n was visibly uncomfortable at the mention of home. She wasn’t sure she even had one anymore. The word home was officially a trigger now. 

“Wait, there should be something else we can do, right? If we are running away, we can’t keep doing it forever, they’re going to catch up at some point and they won’t let us go till we get pruned or reset or worse and we can’t go home, because there’s no- we can’t- I don’t want- no, no, I don’t wanna go back, we can’t go back, Wade, we can’t-” Y/n was hyperventilating at this point. She was struggling to get words out past the heavy feeling in her chest. Her hands were trembling and sweaty and she hated it. She hated that she couldn’t make it stop. She hated that everywhere she went, death was waiting for her with a scythe and the finest of her demons. 

“Y/n, hey, hey, look at me, you’re okay. You��re okay. Look at me, we’re not going home. No one’s going home. You’re fine. I told you I’ll look out for you, right? I’ve got your back. You’re gonna be fine. You’re not going home. It’s alright. You’re alright. Everything’s fine.” Peter looked right into her eyes to make sure she knew he meant every word. His hands found hers and held them tight as if to reassure her that nothing was going to get her as long as he was there. Y/n still hadn’t found her rhythm again but she was visibly calming down. 

Y/n was a very strong person. A part of what made her strong was accepting where she needed help. She knew there was no way she was going to beat fate singlehandedly. Peter was not going to be there forever, who’s to say what’s gonna happen next, but for this moment, she will forever be grateful. 

Peter didn’t even know what was wrong or why she freaked about home, but that didn’t seem to matter to him. He was definitely curious, but he knew better than to press on a fresh wound. He wasn’t sure if it was the entire setting or the fact that she was confident enough to be vulnerable around him, but he was starting to care for her differently than he did when he met her. 

Peter let go of her hands and hugged her, and Wade joined in about 3 seconds. 

“Group hug.” 

“Wade, you’re stepping on my toes.”

“Sorry.” 

“Hey, Teletubbies. We’re running out of time,” one of the hunters called out. 

“Don’t mess with the power of friendship, Barnabus.” Wade is going to get punched in the nose one day. 

“My name is not -”

“I will milk your spleen.” 

That seemed to shut him up. They continued on their way, searching for Sylvie. Somewhere in the middle of their heart-to-heart hugging session, Y/n had come up with a plan. The way the hunters were positioned was one in front of the variants, one at the back, and two more leading the way, to prevent potential escape plans. Apparently, they suck, because no one seemed to notice when the hunter at the back end suddenly disappeared. 

Peter looked at both of them and gave nodded, which was their decided signal. 

“Oh my GOD. EDUARDO ARE YOU OKAY?”

“I don’t know, I don’t- Y/n I don’t feel so good.” Peter pretended something was wrong with his head and then he fainted. Well, fake-fainted. 

“What are you people looking at? GET HELP! HE’S DYING, GO GET HELP!” Y/n put on a show and well, the rest of get help was executed perfectly. She learned that from her friend Loki, who they were, ironically, looking for till about 15 minutes ago. 

“Ok, so, temp pad? Check. Secluded location? Check. Mobius’ wallet? Check.”

“Wade, why do you have Mobius’ wallet.”

“A lady never kisses and tells.” 

“I have no intentions of finding out what that means. So, what now, Y/n?” Peter asked.

“You’re asking me?”

“You got us so far, might as well take us not home,” he said with a smile. That smile. It radiated comfort. Y/n couldn’t help but feel warmth whenever he smiled. There were many reasons for her to give up then and there and accept defeat, but Peter made her want to fight. He made her want to live. 

“Well if we need to escape without creating a nexus event we need to wait till we’re minutes away from that meteor, so, I guess we wait.” 

They found a small canyon where they could lie low and keep an eye out for the meteor. Y/n sat in a corner thinking about the last 24 hours. Even if they had been some of the worst moments of her life, she felt like she wouldn’t mind going through this again if it meant she’d have Peter with her. In the few days she’d known him, he became her rock, her anchor. She felt terrible for not reciprocating anything in return. She didn’t feel like she owed him, no, this felt natural. Like this was meant to be.  

“Oh hey, Peter. Where’s Wade?”

“Wade said he’ll keep an eye out for anything suspicious. I think he’s singing both parts of ME! outside.”  Y/n laughed at this, and Peter could swear she was radiant. The sky in all its beauty and the planet’s Moon that could’ve put everything else to shame looked like nothing compared to her. He felt like she belonged up there, among the stars. She’d be the envy of the skies and everything else beyond. He was falling for her and he knew it. He’d known her for less than 3 days, but he had this feeling that it had been longer, it was hard to explain. This was a very familiar and yet somehow drastically different feeling. He knew there was a very good chance this may not end well, but this time, he wanted to take that chance. He was distracted from his thoughts by a curious Y/n. 

“You know, I’ve been meaning to ask you. Why are you doing this?”

“Doing what?”

“Helping me. There’s no reason for you to. You have a home somewhere and some people who need you. Why are you here? You could just get this over with and go home.” 

“That’s not true.”

“What?”

“That I have no reason. Of course, I do.” He looked at her like she was his entire world. She looked at him like she was seeing colors for the first time. She wanted to live in this moment forever. It was like they knew each other in every possible way and like they were meeting for the first time. He wanted to stay there, observing and appreciating her for as long as he could. He put a strand of her stray her behind her ear to get a good look at her. She could feel her cheeks heating up. She knew he could hear her rapid heartbeat and she hoped he would take the hint. He didn’t. 

“So, um, if you don’t mind me asking, what was your nexus event?” 

“Apparently, I was supposed to get infected by some symbiote, and, well, it’s a long story but it doesn’t look good for me.” She didn’t want to tell him that she was supposed to go on a murder spree, no, she was afraid he’d look at her differently. 

“What’s your reason?”

“Well, I supposed to meet some guy? I think. I’m not sure but it’s not nearly as cool as yours.”

“Cool? Really? Cause that was not my first thought.”

“Come on, you fight aliens and parasites. My biggest threat was a giant himbo in a rhino costume” 

“I’m sure he was terrifying.” Y/n managed to say once she was done laughing.

“He had a Hello Kitty tattoo on his shoulder that I had the misfortune of seeing.”

Y/n laughed harder and Peter joined her, while simultaneously sneaking glances and admiring her. Their moment was interrupted by a panic-stricken Wade running towards them. 

“GUys it’s fALLING FAsteR.” he managed to say while running. 

“WHAT?”

“RUN”

All three of them started running as fast as they could and decided to get away from the civilians so as to not attract any attention. They got to the end of the canyon, the deepest part, from where the meteor was clearly visible. 

“WHAT NOW?”

“WADE, STOP SCREAMING”

“YOU’RE SCREAMING, JERUSHA”

“YEAH, ‘CAUSE YOU’RE SCREAMING, HAL JORDAN”

Wade gasped. “YOU TAKE THAT BACK”

“WHO THE FUCK IS HAL JORDAN?” Peter was more confused than before. 

“YOU KNOW, THE GREEN LAN-”

“HOW IS THIS HELPING” 

“Right, Sorry. So uh, If I remember correctly, this was the Earth I’m from,” Y/n said while entering some sort of intergalactic coordinates in the temp pad. 

“And a different Earth means a different coordinate, and I saw Mobius change the first digit to get to Lamentis, and the File with the Earth Coordinates that I remember seeing changed only the last digits, so I’m guessing that this,” Y/n said while changing the coordinates from earlier “will get us to the next Earth. They’re way too close to other Earths so it’s hard to track us.” 

“Y/n, are you sure about this?”

“As sure as I am that a talking raccoon sent me a message on Snapchat about a couple days ago from space, Peter.”

“Ok, am I supposed to know what any of that means because you look like you said something that makes absolute sense and-”

“Yes, I’m sure. I’m sure. On 3. 1, 2- I SAID ON 3” 

“I PANICKED, WHAT DO WE DO NOW”

“LOOK FOR A DOOR” 

“WHY ARE WE STILL SCREAMING”

“I DON’T KNOW”

“GUYS, SHUT UP, WE’RE GOING TO DIE” 

“MY SPIDEY SENSES ARE GOING BATSHIT CRAZY, I CAN HEAR COLOURS AND SEE SOUNDS, THAT METEOR IS WAY TOO CLOSE THAN IT SHOULD BE AND I CAN FEEL SOMETHING IN THAT DIRECTION,” Peter said, pointing ahead.

“GUYS. DOOR. DOOR. IT’S A DOOR. JERUSHA, EDUARDO, ITS A DOOR”

“YEAH, I CAN SEE THAT NOW RUN.”

The group made their way towards the doorway as the meteor hit Lamentis behind them. Everything started to fall apart around them, and they were not close enough to the door to make it on time. Peter and Y/n held each other’s hands and ran as fast as they could. Wade was much faster than both of them combined. The door was starting to fade away, and the falling debris was not helping. They fought through the dirt, rocks, and falling pieces of meteor and barely made it out in one piece. Wade got there first. He waited for Peter and Y/n who were seconds away. 

“Together,” they said in unison. They went through the doorway together, and as if right on cue, it closed behind them immediately after they crossed. 

“(Y/n), Where are we?” Peter asked in what seemed to be a mix of intrigue and what seemed to be fear, which was justified considering the environment. His spider-sense was very active like it was a radar that had caught 100 things at the same time. It was late at night, at least half past midnight, and they were in a dark alley. It was way too loud, given the time, and it wasn’t the kind of loud that gave you the idea that the place was bustling with life. It was eerily quiet among the noise, which could make anyone uncomfortable. The entire neighborhood was drenched in a yellow atmosphere, that reeked of violence, crime, and somehow, pain. On top of one of the buildings nearby, Y/n spotted a certain familiar vigilante in red and black armor and a mask finished with devil horns and determination. 

“Hell’s Kitchen.” 

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(January 2023) Éclair Orage

Original post body under the cut:

This chost was originally going to contain a full bio for Éclair, but I've decided to relegate that to a reply to this, since that's taking forever to write and Cohost lets you show replies in tag searches under certain circumstances so it's not like it'll be lost to the ether; I'll retain the "quick facts" section in this chost since I already had that and most of its footnotes written, but the main body of prose will be in a follow-up chost

Quick Éclair Facts™:

Name: Éclair Orage (she/her)

Species: Human (has distant vaati ancestry)

Age: 27 (born the 17th of Kordan¹, approx. August 7th)

Height: 5'5"²

Class: Heritor Knight³ Fighter 10⁴

Stats: Str 14, Dex 20, Con 12, Int 10, Wis 11, Cha 14

Weapons of choice: Schnepf⁵, longbow, bolas⁶

Spells of choice: Elemental sheath⁷, mage armor

Alignment: Neutral Good

Overall Vibe™: Irritable gay older sister who's getting really tired of having to babysit her unruly siblings (read: the other party members), but who would cut a bitch to protect them

Notes:

Being the turbonerd that I am, I wrote up a calendar that my group uses (used?) for our settings, with the months named after various deities (mostly from the Nentir Vale/Dawn War pantheon). The new year starts roughly on the vernal equinox, which is a standalone month-agnostic day, and then the start of each season is also its own standalone month-agnostic day, with each month being exactly 30 days, along with a leap-day right between New Year's Day and the start of Spring (which is - say it with me - yet another standalone month-agnostic day). For a time I had a week being 5 days, but that's a logistical nightmare for so many reasons, so we went back to 7-day weeks, because fuck that. If I ever get back to actually playing D&D I'll probably revamp the names of the months as part of my plan to rework my setting to be less shit, which includes creating a proper pantheon instead of just borrowing deities from D&D.

She's actually currently 5'0", but she was planned to take a feat⁸ at level 12 that would represent her ancestral vaati traits intensifying, and that would have been accompanied by her eyes turning white (normally they're storm grey) and her suddenly growing a bit taller, inspired by the fact that vaati have pure-white eyes and are quite tall. She'd also have gotten a haircut around this time, as a sort of "well fuck it, my appearance just changed a bunch anyway, might as well lean into it" kind of thing, and so all of those visual changes are reflected here.

As explained in a previous chost, "Heritor Knight" is my homebrewed sorcerous version of the Eldritch Knight subclass; originally she was just an EK that used Cha and the Sorcerer spell list, but I've since done more to distinguish it as a distinct subclass, along with having versions for Druids, Clerics, and Bards, which can be found here alongside equivalent Arcane Trickster variants for each fullcaster (balance not guaranteed on account of little to no playtesting)

She's currently level 10, and considering the indefinite hiatus may end up that way indefinitely, but I've been drawing her as she'd appear at level 12+ (on account of the aforementioned feat changing her appearance). She also doesn't yet have the bracers of defense I keep drawing her with (which I redesigned for this drawing, because the previous design was kinda fucking lame), which she's saving up to buy from the local magic item broker.

A Swiss saber, as we'd call it in the modern real world, though of course that term is anachronistic and the setting Éclair is from has no Switzerland anyway. In my homebrew documents I list it as a "snipesword", which has the following stats: cost: 35 gp | damage: 1d8 slashing | weight: 4 lb. | properties: Finesse, versatile (1d10) Normally two-handing a versatile weapon fucking sucks compared to just using a one-handed weapon with the Dueling fighting style, but with my DM's permission I rewrote the Great Weapon fighting style to suck less, so it comes out to roughly the same damage (while looking a bit cooler, IMO).

Given that her main livelihood for the past decade has been bounty hunting (mostly small-time stuff; she started the campaign as a level 1 character, after all), having a way to stop a fleeing target - without, y'know, killing them - is pretty valuable for her, and so with the DM's blessing I wrote up 5e stats for bolas: cost: 2 gp | damage: 1 bludgeoning | weight: 1 lb. | properties: Finesse, special, thrown (range 20/60)

When you make an attack with bolas, you may choose whether to deal damage or to immobilize the target. If you choose to deal damage, the target takes damage as normal on a hit. If you choose to immobilize the target and hit, it can’t use any movement speed that relies on its legs, and it must make a Dexterity saving throw or fall prone, the save DC for which equals 8 + your attack bonus with the weapon. Bolas have no effect on creatures that are formless, or creatures that are Huge or larger. A creature can use its action to make a DC 8 Strength check, freeing itself or another creature within its reach on a success. Dealing 3 slashing damage to the bolas (AC 10) also frees the creature without harming it, ending the effect and destroying the bolas.

Also explained in a previous chost. Basically divine favor meets elemental weapon but a little more user-friendly than either of them (I also rewrote those spells to be a little more user-friendly, particularly elemental weapon because hoooooo boy was that a rough one)

Elemental Sheath 1st-level transmutation You wreathe a weapon you touch with elemental energy. Choose one of the following damage types: acid, cold, fire, lightning, or thunder. For the duration, the weapon deals an extra 1d4 damage of the chosen type when it hits. At Higher Levels. When you cast this spell using a spell slot of 2nd level or higher, you can touch a creature instead of a weapon, imbuing it with elemental energy. Until the spell ends, the creature deals an extra 1d4 damage of the chosen type when it hits with a weapon attack.

That's right, we've got footnotes within footnotes! The feat in question is a relatively minor (and DM-approved, of course) retooling of Fey Touched from Tasha's Cacophony of Powercreep, taking mage armor as the chosen spell instead of a spell from one of the officially allowed schools (divination or enchantment, neither of which contain any spells remotely appropriate to Éclair's concept) but keeping misty step per the vanilla version of the feat, with the idea being that it's "Storm Touched" instead on account of her vaati ancestry. She already has both of those spells from her subclass, but they would have been retrained ASAP to mirror image (which she used to have until I decided that misty step provided way more utility and survivability, and given the small size of a third-caster's spell list I didn't have room for both) and her homebrew signature spell, Éclair's branching bolt⁹, to avoid redundancies.

Gotta be honest, I wasn't originally planning to nest a footnote within an already nested footnote, but then I realized one of the spells being retrained because of Storm Touched was homebrew. WHOOPS!! Anyway, the idea with Éclair's branching bolt was to have it be conceptually akin to Melf's minute meteors; i.e., a more granular version of one of the big 3rd-level evocation nuke spells (lightning bolt and fireball, respectively). Because Éclair isn't actually at a high enough level to cast the spell, it technically doesn't exist yet since she won't have invented it until she can cast 3rd-level spells. I actually made a series of physical guides to use when casting the spell out of toothpicks, each one 2 inches (10 in-game feet) long and two toothpicks (~1/5th of an inch, or 1 in-game foot) wide. The text of the spell:

Éclair's Branching Bolt 3rd-level evocation A branching bolt of lightning blasts out from you in a direction you choose. The bolt consists of six segments, each one a line 10 feet long and 1 foot wide. Each segment must connect with another segment. Creatures in the bolt's path must make a Dexterity saving throw, taking 5d6 lightning damage on a failed save, or half as much on a successful one. The lightning ignites flammable objects in the area that aren't being worn or carried. At Higher Levels. When you cast this spell using a spell slot of 4th level of higher, the damage increases by 1d6 for each slot level above 3rd, and the number of segments in the bolt increases by 1 for each slot level above 3rd.

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Of curses magicians and spiders

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/pNSzkKG by JMApologist Alright. Let’s do this, one last time. His name is Peter Parker, and he was bitten by a radioactive spider. For the past three years, he’s been Queens’ one and only Spider-Man. After a battle with an arrogant, overgrown, self righteous grape, he was killed. He came back to life, five years later, apparently having ‘blipped’, and he and the avengers, and so many others, managed to defeat the grape, not without losing Tony Stark, his mentor, his idol, his hero. After that, things went to shit. Some guy showed up, pretended to be an ally, and then tried to kill Peter, exposed his identity and then the guy died, after falsely accusing Peter of killing him. A spell accidentally caused a rift in the multiverse, sent two variants of him into his universe, along with their villain galleries, Aunt May was killed, the multiverse nearly collapsed, and then he had Dr Strange cast a spell for everyone to forget him, and for everything he’d ever caused go back to normal. What neither of them banked on, however, was the fact that he went rocketing through space and time, and ended up in, named most appropriately, Gotham, alongside the previously dead, trickster god. Words: 1334, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, Spider-Man - All Media Types Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Loki (Marvel), Peter Parker, Tim Drake (DCU), Barbara Gordon, Bruce Wayne, Mentioned dr strange, others - Character Relationships: Dick Grayson & Peter Parker, Peter Parker & Jason Todd, Peter Parker & Bruce Wayne, Peter Parker & Damian Wayne, Peter Parker & Duke Thomas, Peter Parker & Alfred Pennyworth, Gotham City & Peter Parker, others, Loki & Peter Parker Additional Tags: Peter in Gotham fic, i said I wouldn't doo it, HERE I AM, loki and peter are basically unwilling siblings here, Forgery, Peter Parker Acts Like a Spider, Loki Needs a Hug (Marvel), Peter Parker Needs a Hug, Everyone Needs Hugs, Gotham City is Terrible, Sentient Gotham City, Kind Of, Gotham City Police Department, Gotham City-Typical Violence (DCU), Bruce Wayne's No Metahumans in Gotham City Rule, Peter Parker Lives in Gotham City (DCU) read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/pNSzkKG

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Of curses magicians and spiders

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/zFK71NB by JMApologist Alright. Let’s do this, one last time. His name is Peter Parker, and he was bitten by a radioactive spider. For the past three years, he’s been Queens’ one and only Spider-Man. After a battle with an arrogant, overgrown, self righteous grape, he was killed. He came back to life, five years later, apparently having ‘blipped’, and he and the avengers, and so many others, managed to defeat the grape, not without losing Tony Stark, his mentor, his idol, his hero. After that, things went to shit. Some guy showed up, pretended to be an ally, and then tried to kill Peter, exposed his identity and then the guy died, after falsely accusing Peter of killing him. A spell accidentally caused a rift in the multiverse, sent two variants of him into his universe, along with their villain galleries, Aunt May was killed, the multiverse nearly collapsed, and then he had Dr Strange cast a spell for everyone to forget him, and for everything he’d ever caused go back to normal. What neither of them banked on, however, was the fact that he went rocketing through space and time, and ended up in, named most appropriately, Gotham, alongside the previously dead, trickster god. Words: 1334, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, Spider-Man - All Media Types Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Loki (Marvel), Peter Parker, Tim Drake (DCU), Barbara Gordon, Bruce Wayne, Mentioned dr strange, others - Character Relationships: Dick Grayson & Peter Parker, Peter Parker & Jason Todd, Peter Parker & Bruce Wayne, Peter Parker & Damian Wayne, Peter Parker & Duke Thomas, Peter Parker & Alfred Pennyworth, Gotham City & Peter Parker, others, Loki & Peter Parker Additional Tags: Peter in Gotham fic, i said I wouldn't doo it, HERE I AM, loki and peter are basically unwilling siblings here, Forgery, Peter Parker Acts Like a Spider, Loki Needs a Hug (Marvel), Peter Parker Needs a Hug, Everyone Needs Hugs, Gotham City is Terrible, Sentient Gotham City, Kind Of, Gotham City Police Department, Gotham City-Typical Violence (DCU), Bruce Wayne's No Metahumans in Gotham City Rule, Peter Parker Lives in Gotham City (DCU) read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/zFK71NB

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owen's family/siblings hcs

a couple of hcs about owen's family bc im sick and need to write these down before the delirium fades and i completely forget all of this.

PRE-POSTING EDIT: i'm better now. i did, in fact, forget all of this and am piecing it back together. this isn't fully sick me's vision, but it is what i think.

PRE-POSTING EDIT EDIT: wow this is so fucking long why am i incapable of being normal about this. btw just realised that these r ocs. im making ocs. i didn't think of them as ocs up until now, just as literally what his family's like the same way canon is what his adult life's like, but i made spies are forever ocs and you will hear about them. this message brought to you by me a week after i started making this post.

this is the springboard for all my stuff about owen's family. in this post i'm only focussing on childhood except where i think i might forget. my barb-owen lavender marriage au is based on inheritance fraud regarding these specific people. i might contradict myself later, but probably not.

trigger warnings: emotionally abusive family, ableism, parent death, traumatic/accidental death, trauma and its aftermath, child labour exploitation i think?, war undertones, abusive school experiences, one mention of anti-welsh sentiment, implied antisemitism. if you want to skip the worst of the death bit, skip the 3rd point under C.

very long also putting in bigger tags so don't want to force people to see triggering stuff, so it's under a read more.

parents

father's (b. 1895) side of the family is old money. very proudly welsh in the way of language and history, but they're politically aligned with the crown. all tories, except for a cousin that started voting plaid cymru in 1927 and was disowned. father has a strong desire for a well-rounded, educated, "manly gentleman" for a son, the same as what his father wanted. lineage is everything for the carvours. that's how it's always been.

mother (1904-1942) was jewish. her family immigrated to swansea when her parents were both children ('they met on the boat over, and it was love at first sight', mother would tell them). they integrated and became comfortably wealthy, though by what means mother never told. when she told her parents she wanted to marry a goy who wouldn't consider conversion, they fought, and even though they made up, the relationship stayed stunted.

sibling intro

owen had 3 siblings growing up: an older brother (by 6 years, A), a younger sister (by 4 years, B), and a younger brother (by 10 years, C).

someone help me with their names i'm tired. some ideas i have: - A (edit: alan reese carvour) i want to be a name that i would associate with an older guy, with fewer spelling-related ties to welsh than his younger siblings. alan, reese, trevor/trev, gavin, brian, edwin/ed - B (edit: catrin avalon carvour) i want to be similar to the name owen, one that's clearly welsh/a welsh variant if you think about it but enough of a common name that it's not super obvious to foreigners. gwen, catrin/cadi, megan, nia, enid, avalon/ava, rhiannon (cant use gwen unless owen's trans and he chose a name similar to his sister's on purpose) - C (edit: dafydd arthur carvour) i want to have a welsh spelling of a name that could be anglicised easily, should he wish. dafydd/dai, gwilym, arthur, daryn, harri

A

A was born in the may of 1924 while the carvours were still living in london. mother and father had recently married, and mother was young and didn't have very much support outside of her in-laws, who resented her for reasons A will never understand.

he'd always been kind of a troublemaker, throwing things and screaming and colouring all over the nursery wall, but his father didn't bother trying to fix any of it because 'boys will be boys', and his mother used to try but gave up easily when he preferred his father to her because 'forcing someone to like you better never works'.

due to this, he never really learned how to cope with emotions in a healthy way and often "embarrassed" his parents with his public emotional outbursts. only then did his father care how he acted, but the sudden rule change didn't make sense. he picked up on that shame and internalised it deeply, becoming defensive whenever someone suggested another idea to him.

probably has some kind of undiagnosed thing, but nobody ever took him to be tested when he was young, by the time he was old enough to communicate that it was a problem he didn't like either, everyone had already written him off as manipulative and beyond saving.

so he stopped caring. if he did something wrong, he was a horrible little brat. if he tried to do what people asked, they said he was trying to get something out of them.

eventually, his parents (or at least his mother) improved somewhat, but at that point he wanted nothing to do with them and was grateful that he only had to see them on school holidays. their attempts were too little, too late.

resents owen for being the 'better son', but very protective of his other siblings.

found a healthy coping mechanism in lifting heavy things when he was tasked with digging anderson shelters for everyone and felt the weight of his frustration being thrown away behind him with the soil.

this became his go-to calming method, even if it meant father screamed at him.

after 1942, he didn't dig any more holes. it was too much to bear.

so he turned his escapism into perfectionism and channelled his athleticism into boxing. he dropped out of college, got a promoter, and spent every waking moment counting out money, considering the odds of each fight, and training.

it was overwhelming, but that's what he wanted it to be.

eventually got disowned for leftism crimes. (good for him)

owen

yes i'm gonna make one of these for him too.

born in november 1930 in aberystwyth. parents' marriage more established, but not strictly happy. owen picked up on clear ideological differences between his parents at a young age, but both were raising their children under their model of success.

an 'odd' child, but in a way that was less of an inconvenience to adults so was never reprimanded for it.

he didn't really understand why people liked some behaviours better than others, but knew that when he did the right things, people were nicer to him, and sometimes even gave him things, so he learned to play the game.

honestly, as an adult he finds it funny that A was always seen as manipulative when really out of anyone in the family it was himself. i mean, like, he knew that sucked for A, but he wasn't gonna say anything about it.

since he was the "smart one", he became the de facto eldest son, and was given a much more thorough education in languages, music, and science.

played the cello, first because father told him to, then because he liked it. he liked the way it could sway with him and how deep it sounded.

father liked how there were no frets forcing one in line, like a guitar, but one still had to follow the rules or it would sound bad.

when war broke out, owen was introduced to a family that had recently moved in. his father said that he should get to know the children, they were his age. they could be friends.

after dinner that evening, his father invited him to his office, a rare honour. a machine was already set up, and owen watched the wheels rotate as he answered question after question about the neighbours' children's lives.

where are they from? have you been able to see anything in that room no child is allowed into? what did that note slipped under the front door say? can you draw it? what have they overheard about the move? what did they say their parents' jobs were? what is... who did... where... thank you, owen, that's all. you may go to your room now, there's something there for you. think of it as a token of gratitude for your trouble.

this continued for a few months, all the way up until the family disappeared. owen thought it was odd that they hadn't brought their things.

either way, the conversations stopped after that, until the next time. and the next.

when he decided to join mi6's training program, he couldn't help but notice that his file was already several pages thick on his first day.

way back in 1942, he was the first to hear the siren. the sound made him feel sick for the rest of his life.

B

born in july 1934. with the 'heir and a spare' out of the way, the pressure on mother to produce another son was gone, and both parents welcomed a baby girl.

spoiled by her father with material goods, but she could sense that it was to set her up for something, and there was less emotion behind it than a plan, though for what she couldn't know.

had a knack for cheering people up, even father. she could sing, and dance around a room, and perform a smile to make it all better for a moment.

she loved her siblings. if father was treating A unfairly, she would mediate. if owen was cracking under the weight of his schoolwork, languages, music lessons, the now mandatory play sessions with the neighbours, readings, and shooting practice, she would sneak into his room and offer to help cover for him.

great tree-climber. sometimes would go up and wouldn't get down unless there was food waiting for her.

some days, mother would take her into a secret room off one of the corridors nobody went through, and in there were candlesticks, both straight and tree shaped, and a cup that looked older than even mother, and a cloth that mother taught her to put on her head with a song in a language she didn't understand. there was a little metal canister on the doorframe, and when she was very little mother would lift her up so she could touch it whenever she went in or out.

mother used to say, 'this is where we come from. remember that.' and 'this is precious, and secret, and only for us to know. we can't tell father.' and it was only when B was grown, and had her own husband, and her own children, that she understood.

loved painting. mostly her dreams, which she could remember as vividly as any other memory.

what happened that night in 1942 was only 4 hours after she blew her eight birthday candles out. every year hearing the birthday song would bring it back.

talking about mother hurt after that, so she didn't.

her paintings became more focused, more like the dreams she had in the few years after that night, even when her dreams moved on somewhat. the current dream paintings were private, only shared with her family and close friends.

the ones she shared were precipices, a candle being snatched by the darkness of a tunnel, mother telling her that she was sorry for leaving while sitting with B in a sunny field, on a train, in the secret room.

after her death, the moderate number of people in the art world who know her work will wonder who the woman in her work is.

some say a reflection of herself, some a recurring character living a full life, some later on suggest a lover. the truth was that B never fully moved on from what happened, even though her life did.

C

born during the war in january of 1941. both mother and he had almost died, and he was sick for a month following his birth.

has no memories of mother, but always thought that she looked very pretty in pictures.

C was only 18 months old when the siren went off. mother had lifted him out of his cot while the whole family and staff filed out of their rooms to the shelters. it had been dark, and mother was shaking so much, the way she always did when this happened, and she must have missed a step on the way down. she had twisted backwards to protect him the only way she could.

father never let him forget that it was his fault.

growing up, owen and B were the only people in the house who wanted to take care of him, and they tried their best.

but C was... different. more delicate. he seemed to get sick if someone across the house shut a door too loudly. he had no interest in climbing trees or playing the cello. he seemed almost like a rabbit, always looking around, scared that something was going to get him at any moment.

the only thing he seemed to like doing was reading. he learned at what might've been a remarkably young age, but must not have been, because father never said anything. owen told him later that they'd learned to read at the same age, and he was told that it was early, so C must also have been a quick learner.

owen helped with his learning as much as he could, but support from father was impossible and textbooks were so much more difficult than fiction. in fiction he could go wherever he wanted.

his favourites were a little princess, the naughtiest girl in the school, and trixie belden mysteries.

father tried to take them away, said they were too girly, but B always managed to sneak them back. she recommended more grown up mysteries, like poirot and father brown, for when he needed a 'boyish enough' story. but it was always the boarding school stories he liked best.

so he was excited to see what adventures would await him when he finally got to go himself.

it didn't go well.

(he'd one day find that most things never do go the way they are in stories.)

the school he went to was english, and the boys all made fun of his name and how his chin jutted out when he was nervous and the way he talked, as well as everything his father had.

he spelled his name differently when they said it made him look stupid for 'spelling it wrong'.

the teachers criticised his posture and his handwriting and how he undermined their authority, though he didn't mean to, really he didn't, it was an accident.

the teachers said that if it happened this many times it couldn't have been an accident.

when he turned 21, he changed his uni major (then dropped out altogether), changed his attitude, changed his clothes. became a writer/producer as part of a travelling theatre company. all for the sake of being free.

some would say he went too far in that.

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About Us

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Hi!!! Were the Shimmerstar Hive (sometimes spelled "Hiive"), also known as the Celestine Hive or Milkyway Shiver, and this is our casual coining blog where we coin gendas (genders), orientations, and other ids!! Sometimes we post personal things here as well, which are tagged appropriately.

Collectively, we use it/its and he/him, and are fine with being referred to with "you", "yall", or even "you&" and other such variants if you insist. We really like the sound of "you+", though, even though we've never seen it used before.

We switch between we/we're and I/I'm constantly, so sorry if that's confusing.

We are an OSDD-1a system. We are pro-endo all the way.

We all work in making the flags and like to brainstorm for new genders and identities.

We are bodily 20 years old.

We have schizophrenia, depression, anxiety, ADHD, HPD, BPD, and autism, all of which affect the system. Furthermore, I am clinically cynanthropic and lycanthropic, but still use "kin", "therian", and "alterhuman" in our identities.

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Rules

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• I will make flags and coin identities!

• I will coin genders, orientations, alterhuman identities, objectums, and anything mogai/liom or otherwise queer.

• I will edit pre-existing flags/make my own flags for pre-existing terms, but only with permission from the creators.

• I will make userboxes.

• I will make pronoun flags.

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Keep in mind:

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This is still very much a casual blog, made for structure, but run for fun.

Tagging System

[pt: Tagging System]

Anything I coin will be tagged with '#genda coin' (gender)/'#sexuality coin'/'#alth coin' (alterhuman, 'kin, etc)/'#id coin'* (misc identity)/'#term coin'/'#flag coin'.

I'll also tag '#new genda' on my newly coined genders

Asks and requests will be tagged with '#shiver replies' and '#shiver requests'.

Personal posts will be tagged with '#shiver diary'.

And any miscellaneous posts will be tagged with '#misc'

When I find a cool genda? I reblog it, and tag it '#cool genda' or '#cool gendas' if there's multiple. I'll follow a similar tagging scheme for other IDs*.

If we find a cool ID* and wanna add it to one or more of our hoard, I'll tag it with '#hoard'.

We occasionally sign off in the tags, and we always do so when we find it important for the context of the post.

*ID in this context is for 'identity', as in a catch-all category for things folks may identify as/with. In case there's something that's more unspecific to a certain kind of self-identification, or if it simply isn't specified at all. This can also be for miscellaneous things like pride flags for mental illnesses and neurodivergency, including symptom specific flags (i.e. PTSD, ADHD/amism, or intrusive thoughts flags) ...Or if I just have no clue, in which case, someone can hopefully help me by correcting me, and I'll promptly fix my mistake.

Feel free to ask us anything!

BYF:

I may add more or change things as time goes on.

[pt: BYF]

• If this isn't clear, I'm radinclus (not radqueer, as stated further down).• I believe in BLM, land back, and ACAB. I am pro-Palestine. I have anarchist views and am also a feminist (NOT to be confused with radfems/TERFs/"gender critical"s or SWERFs, as I am against those ideologies).

• I believe in systems of all kinds and origins, and I believe all trans people on their identity (transness and systemhood obviously aren't the same thing or very comparable, but I feel as if antis and medicalists of both have a lot of ideological overlap). A fair bit of our system is made up from things outside of stress and trauma (although we are traumagenic).

• And while I'm on it, detransitioners are valid, too. You tried a thing that either never worked out or can't be continued for whatever reason, and that's okay. You were never the enemy, and neither were we. TERFs turned us against each other, and that fucking sucks.

• I believe all kinds of 'kin and alterhuman identities are valid. Even KFF (kin for fun).

• I never judge sources for 'kin or system members, and I expect to have that same respect.

• I only support identities that are in good faith, like bi lesbian, lesboy, turigirl, multigenders, and whatever else exclusionaries and separatists hate. TransX/TransID/PRATs can never be in good faith, outside possibly being used for those with BIID or POC in adopted families. Transspecies is not TransX/TransID because it came from alterhuman communities and is therefore good faith and valid.

• I am less than fond of anything MCYT, especially DSMP, but I'm also not gonna be an asshole about it. I will simply engage minimally with that specific content. I might like cool art posts or whatever, though.

• Obviously, I will not tolerate hate towards any marginalized group. This includes aphobia, homophobia, bi/pan/omniphobia, transphobia, xenophobia, and racism.

• I'm unfavorably mixed on transandrophobia/transmisandry discourse because I think most people mean anti-transmasculinity when they bring it up. I also think the terms being used now imply an inherent androphobia/misandry, which I don't think is all too great. I also think transmisogyny has a much clearer meaning (it's bigger than just the transphobia + misogyny, it's a bigger concept) than the nebulous transandrophobia/transmisandry, and so transphobia that doesn't fall under transmisogyny should just be called transphobia (or anti-transmasculinity, if applicable). Regardless, I think it's all very important to talk about, and I am going out of my way to learn more on the topic (as shown by how I was once favorable to this discourse).

• Obviously, I support MOGAI/LIOM, microlabels and neopronouns.

• I am generally uncomfy with proshippers, but I also know that there can be nuance and some people use that kind of stuff to cope. I can't say I get it, but it's not my business. I'm not gonna grill anyone, I'll usually just block. Regardless of reason, I generally don't want to see or consume pedophilic or incestuous ship art.

• I am pro paraphilia, I am pro objectum and etc. I wish those who have non-consensual paraphilias (pedo, zoo, necro, etc) love, support, and therapy (if needed, since "therapy" here means whatever actually helps. I am against inhumane shaming, reconditioning, or version therapy). Those with divergent attraction that could be harmful if acted upon are still entirely welcome if they are strictly anti-contact (contact does include consuming media that perpetuates harm, like CP). Obviously, I don't want any folks that are neutral- or pro-contact for any non-consensual paraphilia interacting.

• I support all types of regression and believe that negative language like "impure" should be used with caution if used at all by those who are not self-identifying.

• I will generally not engage in discourse for my own mental wellbeing, and anyone who tries to drag me into it will be promptly blocked and ignored.

• I genuinely believe that, save for some exceptions, friends can be made and maintained despite difference of opinion and ideology. The first step to try this is to not be an ass. Hope this helps <3

[ID: A banner of teal blue water. On the banner, it says "I can't stop folks from interacting, so just don't be an asshole, and I'll block you if I disagree with your views too much." End ID.]

[bear-momma]

Hi! I am very new to age regression and trying to find safe information is really hard. Like I thought the term “little space” was a safe term but I have heard and seen differently. Do you have any tags/blogs etc that you would recommend? I really want to keep my coping mechanism safe and keep myself protected from bad communities.

I took some time to answer this one because I wanted to do a little research (no pun intended 😂) and here's what I've learned.

The term "little" was first coined by people with DID (Disassociative Identity Disorder) as a label for their underage alters. The k!nk community adopted the word "littlespace" to describe the headspace they're in while participating in k!nk.

"Little" was a safe term to talk about minors, while "littlespace" was strictly for age/play purposes.

The confusion started when the k!nk community started to use C/GL, or "caregiver little," as a community tag. It's the gender neutral version of dd/lg and md/lb and all its variants. Now the term "little" was being used in age/play, but in safe spaces, too.

This confusion lead to the terms "little" and "littlespace" being pressured to be the same, or at least related. So people started using both in posts.

I personally dont like the term "littlespace" strictly because of its origin in age/play. I don't use it on my posts, because I don't want k!nk accounts finding me through the tag. Alternative names I've seen include smallspace, smolspace, babyspace, among others, but I'm hesitant to to try anything that has ties to "littlespace."

Heres a list of safe terms and tags to use on your posts!

-agere

-sfw agere

-safe agere

-sfw agere

-ageregression, sfw ageregression, any varient of the name spelled out

-age dreaming, agedre, various other dreaming tags

One I like to include is the tag "dont sexualize my regression," as a good way to let people know your headspace is never k!nk.

The term "cglre" is an adapted term from k!nk communities, and I'd like to find an alternative for regression purposes, but I have yet to discover one that has the same reach as cglre. So for now, that one is safe.

I hope this has helped! I'm happy to answer any more questions you have to the best of my ability!!

[aplushemporium]

———  BASICS  !

(PEN)NAME: plushie, plush, plooshy, any variant is fine (so long as it’s not insulting)

PRONOUNS: she/her, they them!

ZODIAC  SIGN: Picses! ...I can never spell that zodiac right. >:T

TAKEN  OR  SINGLE: Single, I do not feel ready to have a relationship because of many self esteem issues and fear of them not accepting my disabilities.

———  THREE  FACTS  !

I named myself plushie because I like plushies. And I do have quite a few of them...and I carry them around when I’m out and about. They give me a sense of comfort.

I’m capable of drawing, sewing, needle felting, miniatures, and as you can see, writing. I...sometimes hop around hobbies but the most consistent ones are writing and drawing.

My jobs usually consist of freelance art when I’m not dealing with university stuff. ...I mostly focus on education.

———  EXPERIENCE  !

PLATFORMS USED: Deviantart, AIM, Skype, Formspring (RIP), ChatWing, Tumblr, Discord, and recently Twitter. Been very active on tumblr and twitter, though i wanna dabble more in discord.

———  MUSE  PREFERENCE  !

GENDER: Female! Though some of my favorite muses are male-leaning and nonbinary!

LEAST FAVOURITE FACE(S): I am not at liberty to say because I did not get along with the muns who heavily associate themselves with those muses. Those muns still active so I do not want to stir the pot.

MULTI OR SINGLE: Multimuse has won me over within the last year or so because I can bounce between muses without logging in and out. Though single-muses do have their benefits of not needing to specify muses. I still like having a roster to work with though.

———  FLUFF  /  ANGST  /  SMUT  !    

FLUFF: GIVE ME ALL THE FLUFF. It’s my blood. Simple slice of life things are great too, with digging into characters little moments in life.

ANGST: I indulge in this because sometimes I overthink characters’ situations. But I only engage in angst if there’s a chance at comfort. Because comfort is like, my big weakness. I really like comforting threads like a warm cup of cocoa.

SMUT: Most of my muses aren’t qualified for that and I ain’t touching it with ‘em. The two who are capable of such relations will probs go through the “fade to black” event IF and only IF they manage to get a romance that goes that far.

PLOT  /  MEMES: I love plotting, though I tend to wing things a bit too much. It’s fun to just yell with friends about our muses. Memes are also a great way to begin stuff, but I wish I got more memes. Still, to those who do send in stuff THANK YOU. I love you lots!!

TAGGED BY: @electricea​ (thank you!)

TAGGING: anyone can do this, or not!

[valkyrieandstrangeridingaragorn]

I have to ask- is my impression correct, that you are concerned that Marvel is elevating Wanda to an equal place in the movie that has DOCTOR STRANGE's name in the title? After having her own series which ran about 5 hours, compared to the 2 hours that Stephen will be sharing with her and who knows how many other cameos? This SEQUEL TO STEPHEN'S ORIGIN STORY, which we've had to wait nearly six years for, not only because of covid, but because Marvel kept dragging their mother-sucking feet over it? Because I've been feeling the same way and am starting to get very angry about seeing so much Wanda in the Doctor Strange tags to the point where I'm ready to block her tags. Marvel is doing a fabulous job of making me resent her--or perhaps it's the rabid Wanda stans around here that are leaving me with a very bitter taste in my mouth.

Oh my, yes, yes I'm 100% concerned and I feel the same way!

It would be one thing if the trailers, teasers and tv spots still centered around Stephen then added a few shots of Wanda, that would be great because I really like her too, but in the last spot she basically shares the screen with Stephen? She's supposed to show up for a moment then leave not share the movie with him!

Also I fear they will try and tell us that Stephen is on screen for quite some time but that time will be shared with his variants so his character won't be fleshed out and neither will be his variants.

At this point I can't blame the fans for clogging the MoM tag with Wanda because Marvel is doing the same thing, they show her with her children, they show her pain and frustration, she gets a line about heroes and villains... compare that to Stephen and what does he get? Oh right, Wong and Mordo telling him the fate of the multiverse is at stake and he's wrong plus a shot of Christine marrying someone else. Seriously?! They're going that route then, Stephen is reckless, he makes a mistake then others have to help him fix it, WTF...

I'm concerned because I want a story that's focused on him, that gives us more insight about his thoughts and opinions and experiences, I want Donna and his relationship with his parents after her death, I want to see why he never quite formed close relationships with anyone, not even Christine, I want him to talk about his hands and how he's dealing with it years after the accident, hell I want him to visit the hospital again, I want to see more of him with Wong, perhaps a chat with Mordo, the movie is supposed to be about him!!

But the more I see the more it feels like they just want multiverse stuff, variants, cameos from other characters, trippy CGI scenes and a team-up movie where Wanda gets to have her story fleshed out while Stephen stands in the shadows. And it pisses me off.

Also, I don't get it. Feige said Stephen is his favourite character, he confirmed that after Stark's death he's the face of the MCU going forward so why are they ignoring him in his own movie? It makes no sense!

As for Wanda's stans... yeah they drive me up the wall too (and I love Wanda! Imagine how I'd feel if I didn't like her). This isn't CW, it's not supposed to be Wanda vs Stephen, in fact it seems they'll be allies, there's no need for all the vitriol but we got the same with NWH, didn't we? Spidey messed with the spell several times and yet his stans were blaming the sorcerer for the whole thing. Some people just find it so easy to hate on Stephen for no reason at all...

[iamanartichoke]

I was going to reblog this post but my response got long and I didn't want to spill meta all over someone else's meta, so I'm just going to make my own post about this topic.

So this is about the points @stellophia brought up; namely, the frustration with the narrative:

On the "the writers aren't making this clear" note, this begs a question that I've been wondering about since week 1 and it doesn't really require an answer, because I don't think there is one but I'm gonna toss it out there anyway -

At what point do we, collectively as an audience, determine that the writers have made X thing or Y thing Clear Enough? Where is the line drawn between "the writers have not made this explicit enough, so the narrative fails" and "the writers have given us enough for us to draw our own conclusions, there's only so much they can do" - and is one option better than the other?

Like, I don't know. A lot of things that seem to be causing the biggest reactions (positive, negative, whatever) are things that, yes, the narrative doesn't make explicit, but I feel like some of it isn't explicit on purpose. @stellophia 's tags mention that you (the viewer) have to take a step back and think for a second, and I guess I am not sure why that's being considered a bad thing (if it is; I'm not trying to put words in your mouth, stellophia).

I mean, when it comes to establishing the setting and the plot, yes, the narrative does need to be more explicit. It's not being made clear, for example, whether or not the TVA is Bad (I think that the subtext on that is as subtle as a flashing red light, but that's just me). "Because they were supposed to" is a shit explanation, both in-universe and out, for why the Avengers aren't in trouble for their time-meddling. Things like that, yes, please make it clear for us bc a majority of us don't know wtf is going on with all of that.

But, when it's coming to character development and interactions? There's some things that the narrative shouldn't have to spell out for us. I thought it was obvious that Mobius was interrogating Loki, for example; I also thought it was obvious that most of what he said was said for a purpose, to get a rise out of Loki, to push him to the breaking point. I don't believe that Mobius believes most of the terrible things he was saying (although I will never forgive "you killed your mother," idc why he said it).

I mean, maybe I've just watched too many detective procedurals with this same scene over and over again - that is, the police pushing and pushing to get a clue or a confession, saying whatever they need to in order to break the case - but it never even occurred to me that anyone would interpret that scene differently until I came online and saw all the various takes, and then I was like - ??

And I'm not saying that if something isn't obvious immediately, then you're not doing a good job at interpreting the material. What I am saying is that more often than not with this show and its characters, it feels to me like the writers are putting the clues in there and leaving it up to the audience to figure out how we should feel. They're tossing us some clues and hints like puzzle pieces and saying here, put these together, and there are a few variations on the final piece and you can approach it however you like, but we're not going to put together the puzzle for you.

In regards to Loki's general behavior, I see a lot of posturing and putting on a show; he's not being himself, he's trying to give Mobius and the TVA the illusion that he's unaffected and in control, particularly after having shown all of his vulnerable cards last week in front of a total stranger. (FWIW, I don't think that he's really succeeding at this, and it's kinda clumsy for the Loki we know, but I don't for a second think that Loki has just changed, overnight, into a whole new person. I think a lot of the clumsiness (cringeyness) is on purpose, sorta.)

I feel like there's a lot that the narrative is saying about Loki in general, without coming right out and saying it. Like, instead of taking his over-the-top posturing at face value and saying it's ooc, why aren't we giving more weight to what Loki does and how he feels in the moments when he's alone or when he thinks no one is watching? Why aren't we examining some of the things he says and ask ourselves, hmm, I wonder where that's coming from; I wonder what he means by that; I wonder what his ultimate goal is here.

In trying to make heads and tails of Loki here, one of the things I'm looking at is the different ways he interacts with different people:

He's defensive with B-15, for example; his tone of voice when he was explaining to her that he used magic to dry off can only be described as withering.

With Mobius, there are a lot of different hats he tries on, so to speak, but I don't think that Loki trailing after Mobius like an excited puppy should be given more narrative weight than Loki being curiously inquizitive about Mobius's interest in jet skis, or the way he sounds - absolutely certain, as someone who's seen Some Shit - when he says, "I know something that children don't."

And when he first encounters the variant, he's very collected and measured, choosing his words carefully and only getting annoyed and/or snarky when they start "fighting." (I, too, could do without the one-liners in the heat of battle, tbh.)

My point is that the way Loki's "personality" changes depending on who he's interacting with and in what context is a pretty big clue, to me, that we can't take everything he says or does at face value. And that having seen him acting in all of these different ways while only being two episodes in, it makes me feel like we haven't even begun to see Loki's entire characterization in this show and how he'll approach what's coming next.

This just circles me back around to: where is the line drawn between a narrative failing (which Avengers was, in a lot of ways, and the show may turn out to be as well but it's too early to tell) and narrative subtext that maybe isn't being made clear on purpose? At what point do we, as the audience, say hey, let's work for this a little bit. Stello's tags mentioned that a lot of things are going to be lost on the casual viewer and I agree that that's the case, but none of us are casual viewers here.

Again, I don't know if there's a correct answer to this and a lot of this is just speculative and is not aimed at any one argument, interpretatation, or person. These are just "food for thought" thoughts.

[nikkywrites]

Name Meaning Tag

Rules: Search and post the meaning of your OCs’ names (if you made their name up or they go by a nickname, post an explanation of how it came to you)! Bonus if you can find something for their last name too

Thanks for the tag @pluttskutt I’ll answer this for TDWAD’s cast as that one is characters I actually named and is decently sized (why do all my wips have no more than three characters?). I'd also like to point out that when naming them I did not look up meanings at all so this is a learning point for all of us. Let's see how accurate they are.

Also I need to settle on last names, so just first names.

Lila

Arabic: Simplified spelling of 'Leila' that means "night" or "dark beauty" or "one who was born at night".

Hebrew: Sometimes considered a pet form of Delilah, which means "one who has weakened or impoverished another".

Sanskrit: Derived from 'Lila/Leela'. Means "play, amorous, sport"

First of all, she was born at night. Fun fact. Don't ask why I know that but it's fun that it fits with her name. The Hebrew meaning is... kind of scary in that it does sort of fit in a way I will not elaborate on. So it’s decently accurate, though she’s not very playful.

Colin

Greek: Shortened English version of 'Nicholas' meaning "victory of the people."

Gaelic: English form of the name 'Cailen' meaning "child, young creature, cub, whelp."

I need to figure out his character more, but he's not super young and I don't think he's gonna be super victorious either. Sorry, buddy.

Ward

Arabic: "Blossoms, flowers."

English: "Guardian, guard, watchman."

Irish: Anglicization of 'Mac an Bhairds' or reduced form of 'McWard' meaning either "son of the bard" or "son of the poet”.

I got Ward's name thinking of protection wards and am a little surprised it doesn't mean 'protect' but 'guard' works too. And maybe the flower meaning will be sort of relevant? I don't have his backstory 100% figured out. It's also a semi decently popular last name.

Xia

Chinese: "Summer, great, grand" or "glow of the sunrise".

Greek: Variant of Xenia that means "guest, stranger" or "welcoming, hospitable".

Her name is actually pretty accurate. She is grand in her family and she fits in more with guest/stranger than she does welcoming.

Ella

Greek: Diminutive of Eleanor meaning "sympathy, compassion" or "shining one, bright one." Also possibly connected to the Greek word Hellas, which is the Greek name for Greece.

Latin: "One who heals."

French: "Little cinders, light."

Spanish: "She, her" or "young girl, feminine."

Hebrew: "Goddess."

German: Norman version of Alia meaning "all, other, fairy maiden."

So everybody want their claim on the name Ella, apparently. But surprisingly, they're all decently accurate. I’ll admit to not being 100% settled on her name but given how well it fits, I might stick to it.

Davis

Hebrew: "Beloved"

British/Welsh: "Son of David"

Davis is apparently more commonly used as a surname so it fits in the regards that he's strange. Sadly, I have to report that his father's name is not David and he’s a bit of a black sheep, so he’s not all that beloved. Poor Davis. Maybe he should do his work.

Tagging: @dragon-with-a-pen @notwritinganyflufftoday @dontcrywrite and whoever else would like to do this!

[deniigi]

Hey go off about the ships, I'm all here for it. Also thanks for the response!

[readies my baseball bat at a whole line of beehives]

I’m putting it under the cut so that folks don’t have to deal with my very right controversial opinions on their dashboards.

Ships I don’t get and/or make me want to scream and/or triggers my fight or flight instincts:

Stark/Loki (I learned of this this morning and I hate it already)

Coulson/Barton (Just??? Why???? Is this an order/chaos thing?)

St*rker (do NAUGHT interact)

Peter B./Miles (Truly, just fucking unfollow me now.)

Bucky/Stark/Steve  (No. Bucky and Tony would strangle each other with only their wristwatches if left in a room unattended)

Steve/Stark (I literally just had this convo, but I’ll say it again: Tony is way too old for Steve.)

Peter/Harry Osborn (I kind of start to get it, then I think about it and go ‘nevermind.’)

Nat/Bruce (fuck your romance plot. They’re both too awkward.)

Sam/Rhodey (Rhodey is too old and straight-laced for Sam.)

Matt/Karen (I’m sorry. I have tried. But Karen deserves better *cough*cough* mike *cough*cough*)

Darcy/Anyone (I just don’t get Darcy full stop)

Bruce/Tony -- (I see them as friends who you suspect have fucked at least once, but who aren’t actually fucking. Kinda see Bruce as grayace???)

Gwen/Miles (I get it, but to me Gwen is a baby lesbian, so I don’t really see it)

Clint/Kate Bishop (No.)

Matt/Sam Chung (NO. stop pairing mentors with mentees they don’t have to be romantic to have strong relationships CHRIST)

Luke/Danny (see note about Bruce and Tony)

Jessica/Danny (wh??? America, explain.)

Luke/Matt (I am not hostile to this ship, I just don’t see the connection)

IronStrange (I don’t like either of these two as characters so it’s actually really convenient when people put them together for filtering purposes.)

Peter/Harley Keener (Is that how you spell his name??? I don’t know this kid? So I don’t understand how he and Peter have a connection?)

Okay that was a lot of negativity, so I’m going to balance this out with ships I do like!

Spideytorch

Stucky

Steve/Sam/Bucky (and all variants tbh)

Spideypool (but only over 18, y’all pedophiles DONT INTERACT IM SCREAMING)

MattFoggy ❤😎

Matt/Natasha

Matt/Frank (I’m iffy on this, but if pushed I could see it. Mostly sexual, not romantic)

Mike/Karen ❤👏✨🌈

Mike/Foggy (one sided. GET IT, MICHAEL. Try your best, hon)

Matt/Foggy/Karen (you know what? Yes.)

Matt/Kirsten/Foggy (Hello, have you read anything I’ve ever written?)

Kirsten/Karen

Kirsten/Matt/Jennifer Walters

Peter B. Parker/MJ

Peter/Michelle Jones

Wade/Cable (Cablepool thoughts ONLY today friends)

Wade/Vanessa

Tony/Pepper

Rhodey/a peaceful life

Brett/Foggy (hello teen romance, No-Homo’d away 👀)

Shuri/Peter

Bucky/Steve/Peggy

Kate Bishop/America Chavez

Matt/Clint

Peter/Ned/MJ

Peter/Sam Chung

Matt/Elektra

Jessica Jones/Luke Cage

Yeah, I think that’s it for now. But I will also say, anon, that I don’t generally read or consume media for romance. When I’m looking for a fic to read, I want a plot. A ship is okay and I’ll def filter for tags that I don’t really love, but reading fics just for the ship isn’t really something that I often do.

I’m hunting for originality (like a shark, tbh. Once I’ve found a trope I like, I’m putting all three rows of my teeth in it and I’m reading all of those fics until I’ve found the 1-2 that satisfy the bloodlust most effectively.)

I just find that the ships that I don’t like often result in characterizations that I don’t agree with and so I avoid them as part and parcel of that ❤

Hope this helps with the curiosity!

[ao3feed-drstrange]

Of curses magicians and spiders

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/pNSzkKG by JMApologist Alright. Let’s do this, one last time. His name is Peter Parker, and he was bitten by a radioactive spider. For the past three years, he’s been Queens’ one and only Spider-Man. After a battle with an arrogant, overgrown, self righteous grape, he was killed. He came back to life, five years later, apparently having ‘blipped’, and he and the avengers, and so many others, managed to defeat the grape, not without losing Tony Stark, his mentor, his idol, his hero. After that, things went to shit. Some guy showed up, pretended to be an ally, and then tried to kill Peter, exposed his identity and then the guy died, after falsely accusing Peter of killing him. A spell accidentally caused a rift in the multiverse, sent two variants of him into his universe, along with their villain galleries, Aunt May was killed, the multiverse nearly collapsed, and then he had Dr Strange cast a spell for everyone to forget him, and for everything he’d ever caused go back to normal. What neither of them banked on, however, was the fact that he went rocketing through space and time, and ended up in, named most appropriately, Gotham, alongside the previously dead, trickster god. Words: 1334, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, Spider-Man - All Media Types Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Loki (Marvel), Peter Parker, Tim Drake (DCU), Barbara Gordon, Bruce Wayne, Mentioned dr strange, others - Character Relationships: Dick Grayson & Peter Parker, Peter Parker & Jason Todd, Peter Parker & Bruce Wayne, Peter Parker & Damian Wayne, Peter Parker & Duke Thomas, Peter Parker & Alfred Pennyworth, Gotham City & Peter Parker, others, Loki & Peter Parker Additional Tags: Peter in Gotham fic, i said I wouldn't doo it, HERE I AM, loki and peter are basically unwilling siblings here, Forgery, Peter Parker Acts Like a Spider, Loki Needs a Hug (Marvel), Peter Parker Needs a Hug, Everyone Needs Hugs, Gotham City is Terrible, Sentient Gotham City, Kind Of, Gotham City Police Department, Gotham City-Typical Violence (DCU), Bruce Wayne's No Metahumans in Gotham City Rule, Peter Parker Lives in Gotham City (DCU) read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/pNSzkKG

[ao3feed-brucewayne]

Of curses magicians and spiders

by JMApologist Alright. Let’s do this, one last time. His name is Peter Parker, and he was bitten by a radioactive spider. For the past three years, he’s been Queens’ one and only Spider-Man. After a battle with an arrogant, overgrown, self righteous grape, he was killed. He came back to life, five years later, apparently having ‘blipped’, and he and the avengers, and so many others, managed to defeat the grape, not without losing Tony Stark, his mentor, his idol, his hero. After that, things went to shit. Some guy showed up, pretended to be an ally, and then tried to kill Peter, exposed his identity and then the guy died, after falsely accusing Peter of killing him. A spell accidentally caused a rift in the multiverse, sent two variants of him into his universe, along with their villain galleries, Aunt May was killed, the multiverse nearly collapsed, and then he had Dr Strange cast a spell for everyone to forget him, and for everything he’d ever caused go back to normal. What neither of them banked on, however, was the fact that he went rocketing through space and time, and ended up in, named most appropriately, Gotham, alongside the previously dead, trickster god. Words: 1334, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, Spider-Man - All Media Types Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Loki (Marvel), Peter Parker, Tim Drake (DCU), Barbara Gordon, Bruce Wayne, Mentioned dr strange, others - Character Relationships: Dick Grayson & Peter Parker, Peter Parker & Jason Todd, Peter Parker & Bruce Wayne, Peter Parker & Damian Wayne, Peter Parker & Duke Thomas, Peter Parker & Alfred Pennyworth, Gotham City & Peter Parker, others, Loki & Peter Parker Additional Tags: Peter in Gotham fic, i said I wouldn't doo it, HERE I AM, loki and peter are basically unwilling siblings here, Forgery, Peter Parker Acts Like a Spider, Loki Needs a Hug (Marvel), Peter Parker Needs a Hug, Everyone Needs Hugs, Gotham City is Terrible, Sentient Gotham City, Kind Of, Gotham City Police Department, Gotham City-Typical Violence (DCU), Bruce Wayne's No Metahumans in Gotham City Rule, Peter Parker Lives in Gotham City (DCU) via https://ift.tt/zFK71NB